new from above/ground press: pulp necrosis, by Gwen Aube

pulp necrosis
Gwen Aube
$5

Today I almost posted a photo of the tornado that struck Montreal when I ended my relationship. It’s been three months. Yesterday I sang in the streets with six thousand people between Station Guy-Concordia and Station Atwater. In 1957 Christine Jorgensen fucked the man in the moon. Today the girl at Tim Hortons wanted to tell me something funny but I don’t speak French and she doesn’t speak English. The sky was already so dark when I left the house for coffee. We laughed anyways. Her at whatever she was laughing at and I at nothing. 

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
February 2025
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy

Gwen Aube is grateful to have received a decade of generous support from the Ontario Works welfare program. Her debut poetry collection is forthcoming from LittlePuss Press.

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